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Midnight Minutes Part 1

Posted to Action Poetry

May this day,
With the lamplight fading
To blue-
Like the reflection of stars
On the shore-
End in peace.
Watching the flightless wind
Entangle itself
Between two branches,
And summer dresses
In its breath.
The four winds are whispering
Poetry to the gods.
Nights like this
Are twisted ribbons of
Blissful simplicity,
They allow fairy tales
To become real,
Nights like this
Are never-ending